Yo! Yo Inf' did this right here is crazy I-I big! You-know what I Not, not big in the of weight, you know what I mean Like gaining weight or, like that Like colossal, like you know I mean? Like, ahh I you were looking for me
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello! (Tell me have you been?) Ha ha ha, you know! Ha ha ha (They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why) Yeah, ha ha, ha I know! Ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello! (Tell me where you been?) Shit, you know! Ha ha ha (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Ha ha ha!
Yeah, to you, forever, me to you I heard somebody say church, I'ma need a I'ma need a coupe, I need a roof than Beetle juice, Beetle juice, be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the Didn't a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the Blind colored guide me and see the truth if Stevie do?
But leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder, why I ol' and even you? Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I'm hotter the sun Got Spring hating on me I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I'm colder than And I would never, I never, I would never Fall I'm being hated by the So fuck ya'll who for no reason!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the and I'm back again! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Who's asking about me? In case you're wondering Haa!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the and now I'm back again! (They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why) Who's been about me? In case you're wondering Haa!
Yeah, I in and out the bank, bitch! While all ya'll asshole niggas been on the shit, I flush And it go down the drain quick Two words you never hear, "Wayne Quit"
Cause win, and they lose I call April Babies, cause they Fools And they snooze, we up Feet up, like a
Or paraplegic, I parallel In a red and yellow thang, old school Atlanta I'm from Collipark, but I'm from Hollygrove! Now all my scream, "Soup," Woo,and "Da da dooh!"
I know my and I play it well And I wear it well on my Scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it Long hair don't care
Young! (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the world and now I'm again! (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) been asking about me? In case you're wondering
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) Around the and now I'm back again! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Who's been asking about me? In case wondering
Cheah! I'm right cheah, in my chair, with my and my dear Queen Bee, as I share mic time with my Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why
no mercy in Murcielago's I'm far from being the bastard that had fathered Now my name's being mentioned with the The Biggie's and the Pac's and the Marley's and the
Garvey, got me a Cocktail Flow even if you box well can't stop the Kaboom, the Roc Boy in the The dope boy came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on Pilot, while guys stare at my wardrobe I see Euro's, that's right, I took so much change from this rap game, your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!
my go Yeah, and I'ma go so opposite of Off the Richter, Camacho, man, Randy Savage Far average, above status quo Flow, so, pro
I know, I slow And I pass say, "What up, killer man?" Stop up my past! And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, and Don't Weezy baby!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay man (Tell me where you been?) Yo! (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) Ha ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay Man (Tell me have you been?) Hova! (They been asking, they been searching, they been why) Weezy!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ha ha ha (Tell me where you been?) I hustling (They been asking, they been searching, they been why) hard, cheah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) And I swear to everything, I leave this Earth (Tell me where you been?) It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the (They been asking, they been they been wondering why) You can try me fucka, but when I squeeze it
Fine, we lose two lives, and mines Gimme any of time, don't let Mrs. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, dripping tears my sleeve Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. grieve